Nan Yan felt that Mo Jinchuan was doing it on purpose. He simply disliked that crown.
It was just male pride at work.
But she did not dare say it, after all, she was on his territory.
Nan Yan sat down on the chair angrily. “Aunt Wang, serve the food.”
Mo Jinchuan glanced at her puffed-up cheeks and, for some reason, felt like laughing. “Nan Yan, a person shouldn’t go back on their word.”
Nan Yan ignored him and simply pushed all the seafood that Aunt Wang had prepared—fish, shrimp, and other dishes—toward Mo Jinchuan.
In the book, Mo Jinchuan was written as someone who hated all seafood. Tonight, she generously decided to give him everything she liked to eat.
She then pulled all the dishes Mo Jinchuan could eat far away from him. On the two-meter-long dining table, she arranged things so that she and Mo Jinchuan were separated by about one meter, each with their own set of dishes.
Aunt Wang watched Madam’s bizarre operation and was so frightened she almost stopped breathing.
“Madam… Madam, President Mo does not eat seafood.”
She tremblingly reminded her. This was the first time President Mo and Madam were eating together at home. She had specially prepared dishes both liked, but how could Madam snatch food from a tiger’s mouth like this?
Was she not afraid of death?
“Oh? He doesn’t eat seafood?” Nan Yan looked confused, blinking her innocent eyes.
“I remember last time at the Ancestral Mansion President Mo even ate fish. I thought he liked seafood. I’ll call Grandpa and ask if I remembered wrong.”
President Mo ate fish? Aunt Wang’s eyes widened in shock. After working here for so many years, seafood had never once appeared in this house.
After Madam married in, the Old Master had instructed them to prepare what Madam liked, which was why seafood had appeared in the household.
Judging from Madam’s reaction, she probably did not know President Mo’s dietary preferences.
Aunt Wang kindly explained: “President Mo, this is my fault. I forgot to tell Madam your preferences. Madam likes seafood, so she gave you all of her favorites.”
Mo Jinchuan stared at Nan Yan in silence for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head and laughed softly twice.
He had been curious—how exactly did Nan Yan manage to step so precisely on his landmines?
And she still acted so innocent.
He put down his chopsticks, leaned back, and rested his arms loosely across his chest against the chair. “Fine. Go ahead and call. Want me to dial it for you?”
Nan Yan: “……”
Why did the threat of reporting to the Old Master not work anymore?
She felt uneasy under his unpredictable gaze.
Straightening her back, she forced herself to act composed. “You… if you don’t like it, forget it. I like it. We’ll switch.”
Saying that, she scooted her seat closer, then swapped the dishes back again.
Mo Jinchuan watched her stiff posture and the way her eyes kept drifting around, unable to meet his gaze.
Heh. She really was doing it on purpose.
She settled scores immediately, not wasting a single second.
Just that her execution was clumsy—bold but poorly thought out.
Aunt Wang saw the dishes finally switched back and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. She then went to the kitchen and brought out a cake.
“Madam, I heard today is your birthday, so I made you a small cake.”
Nan Yan froze for a moment when she saw the cake. A warm feeling rose in her chest. Right—today was her birthday as well.
“Thank you, Aunt Wang.” Nan Yan said softly, her tone unreadable.
Aunt Wang secretly glanced at President Mo and, somewhat shamelessly, accepted the credit. “Madam, no need to thank me. This is what I should do.”
Living in the Xia Family environment had not made Nan Yan a sentimental person.
She lit the candles herself and clasped her hands together, making a string of wishes.
[Hurry up and sleep with Mo Jinchuan, let the system collapse as soon as possible, let the female lead die sooner, let me gain freedom sooner, and also hope Mo Jinchuan gives me a lot of money so I can divorce and run away.]
“Phew.” She blew out the candles.
Ding!
The moment she blew them out, a text message arrived. Nan Yan picked up her phone and glanced at it.
??? A transfer notification?
She counted the zeros.
Ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million…
After finishing counting, her mouth fell open wide enough to fit an egg. “Sixty million?”
She looked up at Mo Jinchuan with a shocked expression. “Birthday gift?”
Mo Jinchuan casually continued eating. “Overthinking it. I just have money. I gave you some.”
He had even donated the gift meant for her “heart’s desire.” so returning something was only polite—otherwise she might hold a grudge again and deliberately feed him fish out of “kindness.”
Nan Yan: “……”
That mouth really was asking to be beaten.
Truly a man with too much money to burn.
Even so, her lips still curled up unconsciously in happiness. Who would not be happy receiving a sudden windfall on their birthday?
It was no different from winning a lottery.
Nan Yan was delicate and soft-looking. When she smiled, her already pretty face seemed to glow, becoming impossible to look away from.
Her eyes sparkled with joy, making the entire dining room feel brighter.
Mo Jinchuan’s gaze lingered on her happy expression for a while before he calmly looked away.
He did not understand why she was so happy, or why she liked money so much.
If he gave her more, would she behave herself for the rest of the year?
Much later, Mo Jinchuan would think back to this moment and feel the urge to slap himself twice for this “generous” idea.
Just as Nan Yan was about to eat cake, she suddenly stopped. Since he had given her so much money, she felt she should at least be polite.
“Thank you, Husband~”
She cut a piece of cake and placed it in front of him. “Have some cake.”
Mo Jinchuan glanced at the strawberry cake. He was not interested in sweets, but figured he should at least taste a bite to show courtesy.
Otherwise, she might become unhappy on her birthday and report him to the Old Master again.
To his surprise, Nan Yan quickly finished the portion she had given him. Seeing the 60 million, she kindly asked again: “Do you want more? I’ll cut you another piece?”
Mo Jinchuan looked at his empty plate.
“……”
How had he already finished it?
He pushed the plate aside. “I don’t like it. You eat it.”
Nan Yan glanced at his already empty plate and curled her lips slightly.
You say you don’t like it, but you still finished it?
If you liked it, wouldn’t you have eaten the plate as well?
After taking a shower that night, Nan Yan received a WeChat message from Xia Nanfeng.
Xia Nanfeng: “6. Mr. Xia and Madam Shen are planning to bring you back again.”
Nan Yan: “My name is Nan Yan. If you keep calling me 6, I’ll hit you.”
Xia Nanfeng sent a smug laughing sticker.
Then another message came.
Xia Nanfeng: “Your marriage with Mo Jinchuan has hit the trending hot search. Mr. Xia bought it.”
Nan Yan: “……”
So now that Mo Jinchuan had publicly acknowledged the marriage, they were eyeing her as a useful asset again?
She remembered that in the original storyline, there was no plot about her returning to the Xia Family.
In the original story, she had been completely devoted to Gu Jingshen and treated Mo Jinchuan like a stranger.
She had also refused to acknowledge the marriage in public, while holding onto the two-billion dowry from the Mo Family and using it freely.
The main storyline seemed unchanged, but the side plots were gradually drifting off course.
After a while, Xia Nanfeng sent another message: “Nan Yan, are you coming back?”
Nan Yan thought for a moment and replied: “No. Tell Xia Zhizhi what Mr. Xia is planning.”
Since the side plot had changed, the female lead should be informed.
Hopefully, she would work harder and distort the storyline further.
She had realized that no matter how much she, the supporting character, struggled, she could only affect side branches.
To change the main plot, it still required action from the male or female lead.
Meanwhile, on a quiet rooftop, Xia Nanfeng stroked the curly-haired dog’s head.
“Hu Ye, she’s not coming back. There’s no one left to play with.”